I wish someone would take all this plastic and shove it in a basket.This plastic has formed oh so many caskets.

 It makes me choke as it slides down my tender throat.

This plastic has formed oh so many caskets.

 I swim in the ocean as my throat closes so drastic. 

I cannot take all this plastic. 

This plastic has formed of so many caskets.

 I am a deep moss green with a hard shell, where the edges are rough and this chaos has been tough.

This plastic has formed oh so many caskets.

 I swim in the infested ocean determined to make it to shore as it has become my main magnet. 

I breathe deep through my nose as I suddenly start to choke. 

This plastic has formed oh so many caskets.

 I wish you all would stop with this plastic, you should consider possibly paper or something less drastic.

This plastic has formed oh so many caskets.

Maybe one day our oceans will be absent with this plastic, and my children will not be stuck in baskets. 

I hope my children will swim in the deep blue, without having to choke too. 

 I wish someone would take all this plastic and shove it in a basket.

This plastic has formed oh so many caskets.